You can only hold on for so long.
It comes at night and its warmth burns my eyes
as it falls it leaves a mark
when I no longer hear yours but my own breath.
Deep inside no one knows
what I’m feeling, this feeling
what I’m wishing, this wish,
if only it were a dream
wake up to new eyes.
At night when all is dark, I open my eyes
to nothing but a feeling,
the feel of a warm stream
coming down my eyes.
Today I feel like crying
because life doesn’t get me
because I don’t get life
because my emotions
are eating me alive.
Today I want to cry
because I don’t know when to go,
I don’t know when to stop.
And there’s no clear direction,
no clear path.
Tell me a story, a happy one
tell it as you play the Spanish guitar.
Take me back to better times,
when it all seemed normal and calm.
Make me forget why I wanted to cry.
In that bedroom scene, Emma Thompson communicates the agony that she's feeling (or what her character is feeling) flawlessly. I just wanted to strangle her idiot husband. LOL. If you've ever watched the movie Love Actually, you know what I mean.